Rising out of the nothing brought a pang to his prefrontal cortex. Without opening his eyes Spencer recognized the annoyance of a dull hangover... and something playing with his tenders. His heavy eye lids opened and seen the sheets had been pulled down to his knees. Katherine was looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as she sucked his testicles, her hand stroking the cock parallel to his stomach. His eyes closed again and he just lay back, feeling the sensation of her tongue lapping his sack and small fist grip along his shaft. Two mornings in a row... waking to being serviced. He didn't rush her or speak.
Her small mouth moved from one ball to the other, sucking with quiet moans and occasional slurping. After what felt like an age he tensed and sprayed up onto his abdomen with a quick grunt. Katherine giggled and slid up to lick his stomach clean, then her fingers, then his sensitive tip before shuffling up next to his side.
"Good morning..." She said in her light rasp and placed a peck on his cheek.
"Same to you. I think we'll have to do our kissing a little earlier." Spencer said with a smirk, smelling his cum on her breath. She smiled. "What time is it?"
"I dunno, I don't have a clock." Katherine replied, rubbing her cheek into his chest. "Don't like them."
"Oh." He said. "What about your phone, or laptop?"
"... Oh yeah." She said from within that black mane. There didn't seem to be any following statement so he just looked up at the grey ceiling for a few minutes while petting her hair and shoulder. He didn't want to disturb how comfortable she seemed, but today he certainly needed to meet with some old contacts to get the employment wheels rolling.
"Well, I don't know about you but some salmon and ice water sounds pretty good right about now." He said and kissed her head. "If you still got your appetite that is." Katherine laughed and they climbed out of bed. He had her check her phone for the time and found it was eleven. They decided on a quick shower, but caught up in some fun while washing each other. When clean and dried it was just shy of noon.
Downstairs while preparing the salmon he remembered the previous night in brief clips and emotions. Recalling what he had said and done was... concerning. Assuming the role he had was something he could probably never do sober, and he tried to dismiss the memory at least for now. Katherine watched from his side, eager to help with any little thing she could. Spencer hesitated before giving any directions, but it was obvious how much she liked it.
"Can you set the table? It's about ready." He said, and watched her happily move plates and utensils across the room. The delighted noise Katherine made when taking a bite of crispy salmon made him smile broadly. Her bright green cat eyes looked to him as if it was the finest cuisine. Spencer watched her ravenous flurry of fork and knife for a bit before having some himself. Quite delicious indeed. When her plate was empty Katherine moved and sat on his lap, watching him chew. His eyes twinkled and he fed her the rest of his salmon. After all was consumed she hugged him tight.
"That was the best! I like you." Katherine said, her hands on his shoulders.
"Glad you liked it Kitty." Spencer said. "By the way do you have a spare toothbrush I could use?"
"Sure." She answered with a grin, happy to be helpful.
"Great. I'll have to pick up some deodorant while I'm out too. Forgot about that." Katherine's face fell a bit.
"Out?"
"Yep, I'm gonna need work again and shouldn't put it off any longer." He collected the plates, forks and knives but she didn't get up from his lap.
"... You don't have to. I make enough for both of us, we can just stay inside today. Just you and me... we can do anything you want..." Her voice became gradually softer and more sensual as she spoke. He could feel his dick getting excited again and the idea of fucking her all day in bed without responsibility like some erotic opium den was more than tempting.
"I really should get work. I couldn't live in your house on your income, it just feels wrong. You know I love you... and would enjoy nothing more than to forget the world together, but it's time I started drawing my own water again." Katherine frowned and stood.
"... Okay." Her light voice said flatly. Spencer stood feeling as if he was doing something wrong by her, despite wanting the dead opposite. Her eyes seemed distant as he walked past for the sink to wash the dishes. She stood silently by the counter as the hot water hissed.
With the dishes done they climbed the stairs for the bathroom. He was given a new brush from under the sink and squeezed a blue glob over the bristles. It had been a while. White froth spilled onto his lip as he brushed, and presently he experienced the luxury of slick, clean teeth once again. It had never been too bad, he was fastidious enough dental-wise during his dark time but this was fantastic. He noticed Katherine wasn't brushing and she looked thoughtful. With a gargle and swish he spit bubbly tap water down the drain.
"Could you do mine?" She asked. Spencer turned, wiping his mouth.
"Beg your pardon?" He asked.
"My teeth." She shifted cutely. He had no response to this.
"Uh." He watched her grab her brush and soak it before the dollop of blue adorned the tip.
"Be gentle." She said and put it in his hand. He laughed after a second and she guided him to the toilet where he sat on the lid in front of her. His left hand went to her chin and lowered it. She obediently kept it open, her beautiful eyes looking between his as he placed the brush onto her back molars. He held the toothbrush like a pencil and carefully began the motions. As he laughed she did too with a throaty breath. With the back done he moved to her front teeth, her lips moving around the back of the tip like a rug over a scurrying mouse. He acknowledged what he was doing as he gently continued. There was something deeply romantic to this somehow. After a minute or two he withdrew the foamy brush.
"All done." He said looking up at her. She was beaming, and he felt a deep affection wash through him. "Go spit, don't swallow." His hand motioned for the sink. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip before leaning over the sink farther than necessary. He admired her lovely round ass in those red plaid pajamas before she turned.
"So where are we going today?" Katherine asked. He sat there and thought for a second. The person he was to meet up with first knew about her. He had helped him dig up records when Spencer was trying to find her. Hadn't he mentioned suspecting a fake identification? It didn't seem prudent to have her with him at that time.
"I'll just be seeing an old friend. It's been years since just the two of us caught up." He expected her face to register disappointment, and it did.
"You're leaving me?" Her voice seemed genuinely hurt, and his heart felt pained.
